I'm glad my misfortune brings you smile. Because really, that's all I ask for.
That and maybe to be held at night. It gets so cold, so lonely.
*sniff*
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bobbybattles
Saint Louis, MO
September 2006
AUG 04, 2007 06:09 PM
Once while on tour I slept with a 17 year old ( I was 28). It was the first person I slept with after my divorce, and I was married for 7 years, so I pretty much did everything to her i could think of. Inlcuding a healthy salad tossing.
I also was still reeling from the divorce, and hadnt had a boner in 6 months....it took me about 2 hours to finally get one with her.
A few days later while still on tour, my spit turned green, and my lower jaw swelled up. I got really sick, and we had to cancel the rest of the tour.
I dont mind how bad it was in retrospect, it m akes for a good story.
I have no regrets in my life except one.
And that's my first boyfriend that I lost my virginity to.
I didn't know any better at the time (I had JUST turned 18) , I had nothing to compare it to, I thought it wa great and thought the sex was great.
6 years and a few people later, I realize it was horrible.
He never went down on me, he said mean things to me because I'm so shy, he'd fuck me until HE was done then roll over and go to sleep ignoring the fact I was slightly in pain and had absolutely no fun whatsoever.
I hate his guts and though I don't really believe in regret because I believe everything happens for a reason,that is the one thing I would like to erase from my life.
As I said to him the last time we ever spoke "I'd rather douche with tobasco sauce than ever fuck you again" and "fucking a corpse would be more satisfying than it was with you."
I have no regrets in my life except one.
And that's my first boyfriend that I lost my virginity to.
I didn't know any better at the time (I had JUST turned 18) , I had nothing to compare it to, I thought it wa great and thought the sex was great.
6 years and a few people later, I realize it was horrible.
He never went down on me, he said mean things to me because I'm so shy, he'd fuck me until HE was done then roll over and go to sleep ignoring the fact I was slightly in pain and had absolutely no fun whatsoever.
I hate his guts and though I don't really believe in regret because I believe everything happens for a reason,that is the one thing I would like to erase from my life.
As I said to him the last time we ever spoke "I'd rather douche with tobasco sauce than ever fuck you again" and "fucking a corpse would be more satisfying than it was with you."
I was drinking milk when I read that. I didn't think, that by the end of the post, I would have been laughing so hard, that it would be running from my nose and dripping into my lap.
I lost my virginity to my Cello tutor when I was 17. He was 25, and terrible. He kept making weird grunty noises and I just sort of lay there. And he came all over my school uniform, and I never got that stain off of my shirt, man.
Traumatized ain't the word, it's not like I need therapy about it. If it had been someone else (someone I, y'know, liked), it would have been totally hot. Mostly I was just pissed off that my good school shirt had this funky stain on it.
Explaining the stain to my dad was champagne comedy.
Martijn
Netherlands
July 2007
AUG 04, 2007 05:03 AM